Brothers by Bond by Brenda Cottern Page B

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    "How are you doing, son?" Mr. B. asked and for the first time in his life Mike felt like Mr. B. was looking into his soul.
    "I'm good, Mr. B." Mike replied and sat on the other end of the sectional. "Wasn't expecting you to stop by and Johnny is zonked out on his meds."
    "Sophie wanted me to bring by some of Johnny's things from his apartment and I wanted to make sure you were both settled in."
    Mike's cop instinct decided to make an appearance and let him know that something was wrong. He had no idea why he suddenly felt that way but he never before dismissed the feeling.
    Mr. B. sat calmly looking at him and waiting for a reply. Mike could only imagine that this was how suspects used to feel under Mr. B's gaze when he was an arson investigator. The urge to squirm under his adoptive father's gaze was strong but unfounded. Mike had done nothing wrong. Flashes of him holding Johnny's naked body ran through his mind but he pushed them aside as he focused on Mr. B.
    "We're good." Mike replied. "Oh where are those manners Mrs. B. taught me? Would you like something to drink?" Mike was already standing and heading toward the kitchen when Mr. B. replied.
    "No thanks, son." Mr. B. stood and Mike turned back to him. "I'm going to get back to the house. Sophie will likely call you boys tomorrow."
    Mike walked Mr. B. to the door and his adoptive father turned back to him.
    "You're doing a good thing for your brother, Mikey," Mr. B. said and that cops instinct of Mike's flared again. Mike had no idea what was going on all the sudden so he just nodded before bidding his adoptive father good night.
     
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    The first thing that Mike became aware of was the unbearable urge to piss. The next was his sore body from sleeping on his sectional. First as long as he owned the couch, which was only under two years, he had never slept on the damn thing. Mike sat up with a groan, rubbed his face to wake up, and swore he would never crash on it again. Unfortunately he knew better. As long as Johnny was staying with him, he would be on the couch.
    Slowly he ascended the stairs and listened for any signs of life from Johnny. The soft murmur of some sports report reached his ears as he entered his bedroom. Mike had expected to see Johnny lying awake in the bed when he heard the TV on. Instead his brother was sound asleep. Two empty cans of diet soda and last night's dinner plate were on the nightstand but Mike left them there as his full bladder urged him toward his bathroom.
    Mike sighed in genuine relief as he watched his steady stream hit the target that was the toilet bowl. He gave a shake or two and then without thought, stripped out of his T-shirt and pajama bottoms and climbed into the shower.
    For the longest time, Mike stood under the hot spray and tried not to think of the night before when his best friend was in the shower with him. It was no use. Even as Mike pressed his palms flat on the steadily warming tiles, he didn't feel them. Instead he felt the firm skin of his brother's hips. He tried to force the image from his mind by telling himself how wrong, how depraved, and how disgusted Johnny would be to know he felt this way but nothing he told himself seemed to stop his cock from growing hard.
    Mike gave into the feelings of lust for his best friend that were building and lowered his hand to grasp himself. He was so hard that the first tug he gave himself was almost painful and he let out a quiet sound of anguish.
    In Mike's mind he felt Johnny's back pressed against his chest as they backed into the tiled wall of the shower. Mike could feel the taut muscles of Johnny's six-pack pressing into his arm as he held him close. Their wet bodies molded to one another as they began to slide down the wall and Mike imagine Johnny pressing back to feel more of him. More of his hard body...hard cock as he ground into Johnny's backside.
    Mike was lost in the memory of the shower with Johnny and the fantasy in his mind merged with the